set up our stall today.
our spot sucks a lot.
super unfair lah.
they always treat our class like that.
we always get the shit. arghs.
nevertheless, we shall make the best outta the shit.




sometimes, you've got to learn to deal with your mums.
its super irritating i tell you.
i tell, no, remind her,
that i her that i got the funfair tomorrow,
and that i won't be going for tuition and piano.

i changed my piano to another day already.
so that's okay. tuition can't be changed.
bo bian, got to miss.

AND HELLO,
i already told her like 2 weeks ago.
then now she come and tell me all the shit,
about wasting her money paying for tuition and all.
like seriously, she din say anything 2 weeks ago lah.


fucking irritating.
and now she keeps talking in that sacarstic tone.
seriously, i feel like just waking up at 6am tomorrow,
go to school, and come back as late as possible tomorrow night.


oh yeah, then she goes dragging everything to BAND.
like seriously, it has nothing to do with band.
but she starts blaming band for don't know what,
keep saying i keep missing tuition lessons
cos of performances and donno what shit.
then start complaining about me reaching home at 7pm.
i seriously don't know how she got there lah.

fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck-







tard.

and its not the first time.